Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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While Sousuke was having the best time of his life, Nicholas was having the worst. He could sense something was different between the dynamic between his mother and Sousuke. Sousuke was no longer brooding like usual, and his mother and father, who were really close just weeks before, were no longer touching each other the same way. What the hell was going on here? He had to investigate.
He thought he was going out of his mind. He would hear a moan here or there, or he would see them split apart from each other awkwardly when he entered the kitchen with them alone, or he would see weird movements underneath the blankets, and his mother's glazed eyes. Was he imagining all of this? Was he truly going crazy from thinking that this random Japanese kid who was the lankiest kid he's ever seen had the ability to satisfy a woman like that? Why was she even indulging him? His mind was filled with the two of them on a constant basis, and the man who he usually worshipped - his father - became an idiot to him as he wondered how he didn't notice all of these changes.
One morning, on the worst day of his life, Nicholas noticed Sousuke pull his mother towards him by the strap of her pyjama top at breakfast, which made her breasts jiggle as she kissed him on the cheek as a 'good morning'. That action was weird enough on its own, why was she kissing him good morning if she didn't ever do that with Nicholas or Robert? And Sousuke was clearly doing all he could to move her breasts as much as possible, and all she did was giggle and let him do what he wanted.
That evening, Robert was out in a faculty meeting, the first where he was the head of the department. Nicholas appointed himself as a guard that night. He wouldn't let that stupid kid touch his mother. But... it was too late. He was in his room when he heard a noise, a noise that sounded very similar to a moan. From a distance, unnoticed, he snuck out into the hallway and saw an unopened bedroom. Sousuke's bedroom.
Since there was no one in the house except for the three of them, the two must have been in the room together, alone. That was weird enough as it was. Their hushed noises came out softly into the hallway, and he stood against the wall, listening.
He was astonished and petrified. Would he finally see what he had suspected all along? To see the woman he cared about the most in the world be attacked like that? And let him attack her? He almost didn't want to stay and find out, but he willed himself to continue, to stand there and listen to it. He had to know, no matter what.
When he couldn't hear any talking after a while, he peeked into the room and gaped. His mother was completely naked, and Sousuke was having the time of his life between her legs. His disbelief became a black abyss of anger and lust as he saw that while she was not swearing and cursing at him, she was doing something even more vulgar from his perspective. She was letting him do it, and she looked like she was enjoying it tremendously.
